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[Sounds of a baby crying] [Pharaohe Monch whining] [Pharoahe:] God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads They can't fuck with me, I try to explain to the name won't misses Please Lord, help me make them see I scatter data that I catapult to metaphor The epiticle epilogue editor Hey, hey, hey Eaaase back, Whoooo is that, Getting up in your aaaaaass crack Ooohhhhh Shit Say now, who you listen to Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics Not difficult to understand man Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van Lyricals aren't impossible All opticals are not inside the plan Let me see your hand And if it does not have triple six's in the palm Do not be alarmed, I am the Sandman My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland [Jumbled wordplay] Letras de cancionesYou can not oppose me God has choose me to battle against evil and win You can not oppose me God has choose me to do battle against all who sin And even when I'm gone My energy returns to it's original form Thus must warn (All humans who do not meet the required specifications for salvation will perish) I piss into the face of the crowd Lyrically I squash shit Toss mic stands and fans Before leaping into the mosh pit Harshness isn't it? Ha, ha, ha, ha Exquisite with the style that I be using Choose to compete, you will lose Poetical implants placed in my ears Make me cause a catastrophe to the Kick, drum, I'm the sinister of Snail Peak Creek [?] Never sleep, be aware Who will escape unscaved From a bombardment of scattered fragments Released from hidden compartments My Termi-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nology Is equivalent to Trig-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nometry I leave no optical footprint Within sight of the stands of time So it's impossible to follow me You swallow leave and digest No nutritional value Never learn how to bow to the ones Who allow you to wallow in the mist Peacefully co-exist With the men of medicine, The lyrical antagonistic You can not oppose me God has choose me to battle against evil and win You can not oppose me God has choose me to do battle against all who sin And even when I'm gone My energy returns to it's original form Thus must warn (All humans who do not meet the required specifications for salvation will perish) From Letras Mania